“Tailor of timeless thread Sow me an overcoat fit for the gods From fine weave Musk ox wool To blunt the teeth of winter Dye it black as the Great White’s eyes So I can slip past the night Line it with Red Widow’s silk To...

Whose poison fills the wishing well? Who has a throne waiting in hell?  Whose breath infects the cooling spring? Whose words drive the dead to sing? Whose blood moves like a slick disease? Killing young and old with ease Who is this man without a...